And it lives in our front yard. And I might even be a smidge (sinfully) proud of it. Huge, beautiful, with fabulous leaves, white flowers in the spring. I love trees, and it’s the only one we have in our yard. (well, technically there’s another one, but it’s puny and doesn’t really count) But that’s okay, because it’s so great, it’s worth five trees.
And do you remember way back in 2006 when we moved into our house, then a month later, some oil people came and chopped down some trees in our backyard (2 huge evergreens and a pear tree)? And then they cut down the line of trees behind our fence that used to give us the illusion that we live in a woods?
Do you remember that trauma? Because I do.It was so disheartening for all of us. But our big, darling tree in the front yard helped ease our pain.
And there’s a hole in my heart tonight, because some 75 mph winds swept through our fair town this evening and took out our beloved tree.
I can hardly believe it.
A huge branch fell on Gabe’s car around 5:00 pm (just a couple scratches). It left a gaping hole in our tree. I wanted to cry but thought, “think how much worse it could be.” A bunch of our neighbors helped us clean it all up. Bless them. We went inside. I started making supper. Happened to walk over to my computer. Gasped. All but one big branch of the tree was gone–ripped right off the trunk. I cried. Ava sobbed. Livi’s eyes got all watery. Nina fake-cried. Gabe got to work.
Three hours (and six awesome neighbors later), our yard is clean. The pile of branches by the curb is 20 feet long, five feet wide and taller than me. The last branch left on the tree will have to be cut down before it falls.
And I had planned to blog this afternoon about something else depressing. 🙂 That can wait.
The five of us gathered together at 8:05 tonight, nearly 3 hours after I started supper, and thanked God that He kept us safe and that the only thing that happened was that we lost our tree. We prayed for the hurricane victims in Texas and thanked Him for our neighbors. We also thanked Him that we have power, even though 250,000 people all around us do not.
We are blessed. Very, very sore. But blessed.